Don’t Dare Come Out? Fine, I'm Coming Over to You!

Hearing that, Garcia grinned maliciously and waved his hand. "See this? This girl will die if you don't come out."

As he spoke, he pointed elsewhere. "If you don't come out, those women will die too, and next will be those poor bastards under the overpass. I'll kill them one by one right in front of you! Aren't you their protector? Why are you too scared to show up now?"

The gang member next to him who was holding a little black girl by the neck turned her face in Luke's direction.

At the same time, the black muzzle of a gun was pressed to the girl's temple.

The girl was pale and trembling as tears ran down her face nonstop, but she didn't make a sound.

Three more gang members on the side had their guns aimed at three women who were on their knees.

As he observed the gang members, Luke walked out of the alley, and his phone played again: "Okay, I'm coming out."